My dad is gone. I’ve avoided saying those exact words and typing those exact words, but those are the words that keep swirling around in my head. My dad is gone. I’ve been quiet about his diagnosis, his short but courageous journey, for reasons that I don’t even entirely understand myself. For someone who shares …
Some years it really is easier and then, out of what feels like total left field, it’s a bad year again. I’ve written about this week before and how my mind is completely distracted, but I don’t think I’ve talked about the weight of it, the physical ache, the near-constant feel of tears behind my …
We’re back home and on the mend. It was a bit of a tough transistion, getting nursing care arranged for both at home and at school and so Lily was away from school longer than we had hoped, but she went back late last week and has been as happy as they come ever since. …
There is a stigma to special needs adoptions, but it’s not what you may think. The stigma belongs to the birth parents, labelled as selfish, heartless or weak. It’s an easy assumption to make, a way to blame. When we first got the call about Lily, those were the thoughts that ran through my head. …
Down Syndrome Awareness Month has come to an end, but luckily here in Canada, the first week of November is Down Syndrome Awareness week. So while a cold that has kicked my butt kept me from finishing my project for 31 for 21 project for this year, I’m happy to bring it into November as …
We took some time after Paxton to just settle for a bit. After all of the rushing, we didn’t want to keep pushing ahead and were obviously scared about more heartbreak. We needed the time to reflect and figure out what to do differently the next time. We knew that there would be a next …